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Natalya is the only one that notices the barely perceptible tensing of Thashara's muscles under her hand.

"Finally, something to do," the pale woman declares, hefting her naginata in a casual fashion. "Please tell me that there will be someone to fight?"

She glances back and throws Natalya a playful wink. "Wouldn't want you to grow soft, now would we?"

Thashara prefers being second-line; She uses a naginata that has 'reach'. She'll happily let others play 'meat-shield' while she slashes at the enemy from behind the big, tough frontliners. :)

"I hate waiting," Thashara declares with a roll of her eyes. "I wanna do something."

She leans her weapon against a nearby wall carelessly and flounces into a rough chair. Pulling a tattered deck of cards from a tooled leather bag, she riffles the cards in her hands.

"Anyone know how to play 'Cripple's Gambit'," she asks hopefully.

Samuel gives a short chuckle, resting the musket on his shoulder "Maybe its you who shouldn't be so quick to trust, miss. Around here, the friendliest smiles usually come with fangs"

"Are you sure we haven't met before?" Thashara questions, an inquisitive finger pressing against her chin and her smile revealing teeth that display the literal truth in Samuel's words.

More loudly he asked the others, "Well I guess we need to decide, are actually we going to the aid of Spurhorn? I'm not sure I really want to get tangled up with somebody else's war, but what other option do we have?"

"But wars are rife with opportunities," the tiefling declares. "The timeless struggle between good and evil. Matching strength against strength to determine at the end of the day who is the stronger. Wits against wits. Weapons against weapons. Magic against magic. It's only in the heat of conflict that one strips away the masks we all wear and reveals our true selves to the world. Our sins and our selflessness both." She closes her eyes for a moment, basking in the slight rush of adrenaline. "And you can never beat the after action tumble," she adds, opening her eyes to give Letitia a wink.

She turns her gaze back to Llewellyn. "So who is this Spurhorn and how do we get to his war?"

"You don't trust me," Thashara says with a slight nod and her eyes drop to her feet. "That's understandable. You've only just met me and my Abyssal heritage is off-putting. I don't blame you." She looks back up at the witch and her lips turn up into a warm smile. "That's okay. We'll be the best of friends in no time, you'll see."

She turns away, spinning her long weapon in her hands and actually skips towards the doorway, peering inside the magical hut in a pose of exaggerated curiosity.

"Since we're going to be staying for a while will we be sharing rooms? 'Cause Natty snores something fierce."

Thashara steps back out from behind her companion and clasping her weapon behind her back with both hands, approaches Letitia.

"Nagu's always making jokes," she declares with a soft smile. "Natty and I have a relationship akin to sisterhood. And sisters sometimes disagree about things. Isn't that right, Natty?"

Up close, Letitia can see that Thashara's crystal blue eyes are clouded at the center, enhancing her air of innocence. Her head tips down slightly and she looks up at the witch through her lashes.

"I think we'll have a lot of fun working together. If you haven't guessed which of us is which, I'm Thashara," she says in a quiet voice. "What's your name?"

He lets a wry grin touch his lips as he looks at her two companions "Could be you're the first useful visitor this Hut's had in a while"

A pale shade of pink dusts the blue-haired girl's cheeks and she moves slightly behind her taller companion. She continues to peer out from behind the warrior woman, shyly meeting Samual's eyes.

Still not sure how their patron is going to play this, Thashara is reasonably certain that it's not going to come to blows in the immediate future.

That doesn't mean that the situation isn't filled with challenges to be met and overcome - battle exists in many forms. She sizes up the three individuals, biting her lips slightly as possibilities occupy her thoughts.

Rising again to her tiptoes, she leans in to her companion.

"What kind of psychopath puts cinnamon in their hot chocolate," Thashara replies while making a disgusted face. "It's marshmallows or nothing." She looks thoughtful for a moment. "A bit of brandy wouldn't be amiss, though."

With her weapon prisoner in the taller woman's hand, she resorts to foot-tapping.

After a moment of no further response from the door, she nudges Natalya's shoulder. "I feel like we're being ignored. Maybe you should knock this time."

Thashara stretches up on her toes to discreetly comment in Natalya's ear, "Rude much?"

She glances at their patron to gauge their reaction.

"At the very least she could have invited us in for biscuits," she adds before rocking back and forth on her heels and twirling the weapon in her hand.